Anne Part II Well, I finally got a date with Anne, the new girl in the office, last night. I had been invited to drinks with an old friend and asked if I could take Anne along. I had booked at a small Italian restaurant for dinner afterwards. I picked Anne up at her apartment, she looked stunning. Tall, slim and blonde, she was dressed all in black. Her short dress showed off her perfect figure, black tights emphasised the shape of her legs, and finally, she was wearing black high heels. I felt proud to be with her. As I helped her into the cab her dress rode up enough for me to see that even her underwear was black! Now drinks parties can sometimes be a little boring, you know, having to make polite conversation with people you don't know, getting not enough to drink, and eating tasteless canapés. Well, this party was not like that at all. I knew everyone there, my friend was serving a good French champagne, there were no canapés, and Anne was the centre of attraction for all the men in the room. One thing I do like about drinks parties is that the women are not used to standing for so long in their high heels. After about half an hour, you can see them starting to feel uncomfortable. They start shifting about and standing with their weight on one foot. Once they start doing that you know that the time is not far off when they will start slipping their feet from their shoes, just enough to wriggle their toes before they slip the shoe back on. I was trying not to let Anne see what I was staring at, as this lovely display of dipping started. Then, turning back to Anne I got a big surprise, she had shrunk three inches. Looking down I saw the reason for this, she was standing barefoot, her shoes abandoned beside her. She must have noticed that I was staring at her bare feet and empty shoes because she suddenly said 'My feet are killing me in these shoes. Can we sit somewhere?' Looking at my watch I said 'Better than that, we can go now and sit for as long as you like at the restaurant'. I was a regular at the restaurant and had asked for my favourite table, in a quiet, dark corner. No sooner had we sat down and ordered than Anne said 'Thank goodness to be sitting down, my feet are absolutely agony'. Jokingly I said that I could give a pretty good foot massage, next thing I knew she put her foot in my lap under the table! I took her foot in my hands and started to massage. 'Oh that was good' she said and changed feet for the other one to be massaged. I don't know what the waiters must have thought as I must have been quite red in the face from excitement. During the meal we got to know more about each other and after the second bottle of wine were getting very happy. Eventually, the meal finished, it was time to go. We decided to walk back to her place, it was a lovely evening and we had not far to go. Suddenly Anne stopped. 'My shoe has come off' she said. I looked back and sure enough, the heel of her shoe was caught in a grating and Anne was standing, balanced on one leg, trying to keep her bare foot off the pavement. I took her arm to help her balance as she stepped back into the shoe. Anne tried to get the shoe out of the grating but every time she tried, her foot just came out of the shoe again, no matter how much she twisted and turned. Finally she asked me if I could unstrap the shoe for her. She stepped out of the shoe and I bent down and took hold of it. It took a lot of effort, but I finally got the shoe out without pulling the heel off, then slipped it back on her bare foot. Anne thanked me and started to apologise saying that I must think her silly forever losing her shoes. We got back to her flat and Anne invited me in for coffee. We sat down and I asked Anne if her shoe was damaged from getting caught. She slipped the shoe off to examine the heel. 'Look' she said, offering the shoe to me, 'I don't think that can ever be properly mended. A new heel is never as strong. I guess I'll have to throw these away.' I longed to tell her not to throw them out, that if she did not want them I would love to have them. But I did not know her that well. I wondered where she would throw them and how I could get hold of them. Eventually, it was time for me to leave. As I approached the door of her flat, she said 'You go past the garbage bin on the way out, put these in it for me will you' and handed me those gorgeous shoes!! They were mine! .